Halt shook his head. "You warriors don't do much geography in Battleschool, do you?" Horace shrugged. "We're not big on that sort of thing. We wait for our leader to point to an enemy and say, 'Go whack him.' We leave geography and such to Rangers. We like you to feel superior." "Go whack him, indeed," Halt said. "It must be comforting to lead such an uncomplicated life.
John FlanaganItโs a big raised platform at the end of the square, with steps running up to it.โ Like a stage?โ Evanlyn suggested. โMaybe theyโre planning to put on a play?โ Or an execution,โ Horace said.
John FlanaganTug looked nervously at his master. Horses aren't supposed to fly, he seemed to be saying.
John FlanaganI'll be needing a bridesmaid',she said.'A tall one. That way, I'll look more petite and feminine.
John FlanaganIt was safe to assume that the rider would be carrying a weapon of some kind. After all, there was no point in wearing half armor and going weaponless.
John FlanaganHalt! How are you? What have you been doing? Where's Abelard? How's Crowley? What's this all about?" "I'm glad to see you rate my horse more important than our Corps Commandant," Halt said, one eyebrow rising in the expression that Will knew so well. Early in their relationship, he had thought it was an expression of displeasure. He had learned years ago that it was, for Halt, the equivalent of a smile.
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